My mind fills with sorrow, when i see the desires and wishes of fellow men, stunted by their disbelief that they are free. My mother sat still, watching tele, blood pumping and circulating in ecstatic spirals. My brother, young, gifted, good-looking, having to support his father, who's drunk, and tired of the world. My friends, who smoke dope, and have no clue what they're hoping for. The passers by, who have warm homes to go to, while the kids dance and throw snowballs, singing, and in old peoples homes, some parents are dying, all the time, new babies bloom out from the sprouting hole, where men came into, sending millions of troops to make a new man... It hurts when we can't connect, even though our lives are so short, and quickly over, older, we get, travelling and looking at the beauty, all sharing the same airports...as commerce grows, and technology festers in ridiculous efficinecy, doubling, every year, in speed. And all the time, our lives are slowly working out the things we want to create, love, between us, while alive, and others have deceased, so we play our muisc, in crawling pubs, and listen to the dew, or softly falling snow, and laughing kids are pulling our hair and climbing the walls. What can one person do in this world?, eradicate conciet, and make the world grow fond again, of our fair faces, and bodies, our troubles, strifes, and working it out's... Make poverty history, no more pain no more poor, no more killing. thats the world i want to manifest in. And some guys are so behing, like george of fortress, america, saying he's the right to take away our families, mothers, sisters, and brothers. No mate, that's not your right, you need to find a cave to sit in and ponder the mysteries of this beautiful sky and cosmic stars bright shining. all the while, people are crashing cars, planes, and floods are wrecking homes, while cancer spawns it's disease across our lands. other people are dancing, studying, growing up, trying to start a reveloution...and others keep on stuffing their faces with christams pudding. i guess it doesn't matter, but the thing is, some of us want to make a change, so listen up, listen up to the youth...we've got more power in our groins and brains, than you'd even remember, so listen up to the youth.
This is a great line. It's a poetic way of framing the socioeconomic idea the woman reproduce the work force (and military force) literally and emotionally...
